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Captive to a Nightmare	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 2616 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Captive to a Nightmare
Pairing: Lockdown/Prowl
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: masturbation, facial
Summary: (4/? AU) Prowl learns the hard way why you should knock before entering an occupied room.

Prowl spent his time meditating, although it was hard to relax. He was constantly on edge, waiting for the bounty hunter to lose patience and take him by force. Prowl also noticed during those cycles that Lockdown’s moods were ever changing. One moment he was cheerful and flirty, grin wide and beaming, and the next he was brooding and gruff toward the ninjabot, optics as hard and lifeless as the steel surrounding them.

Even though Lockdown had given Prowl permission to move about the ship, he chose to stay in his new quarters when the bounty hunter was moody. It was easy to tell, even in the confines of the room and without even viewing the bounty hunter, what type of disposition Lockdown was in. The telltale sounds were objects smashing, cursing, unintelligible ramblings, and what sounded like a servo slamming against a wall in the bounty hunter’s work station. He learned the hard way not to wander around during one of those moods.

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The first time Prowl had heard the violent sounds of crashing, he raced out of his quarters, not knowing if an intruder was on board or if Lockdown had fallen ill. The last thing he wanted was to be trapped on a ship that he had no idea how to maneuver. When Prowl entered the work station, he stopped and starred in shock. Tools were scattered all over the room, several tables had been overturned and smashed, a chair was completely shredded, and burn marks scorched the walls.

Lockdown emerged from the shadows, expression blank. Tension grew in Prowl. He didn’t like the aura Lockdown was projecting. Then, Prowl made his second biggest mistake that day. He fled. That triggered Lockdown’s predatory instinct and with amazing speed he caught up to Prowl, ramming his full weight into the ninjabot, sending him sprawling across the floor. Lockdown’s crushing bulk was pressed against his back a moment later, one servo braced on the floor while the other painfully latched onto the younger mech’s hip, face pushing between the ninjabot’s fairings. The bounty hunter sank his dentals into Prowl’s neck, eliciting a pained yelp from the ninjabot. He thrashed wildly to get away, fingers clawing at the steel flooring. A snarl reverberated against Prowl’s audio. It was a warning: “keep moving and you’ll regret it.”

Stilling his movements, Prowl clenched his dentals as Lockdown’s groin rubbed over his aft, hips rocking fast and hard. The bounty hunter groaned in pleasure, thrusting several more times before the teasing friction drove him mad with lust. Lockdown brutally flipped Prowl over, lips fiercely pressing over the younger mech’s. Biting kisses trailed down Prowl’s jaw and neck, causing the ninjabot to arch his back and cry out when the older mech’s lips and teeth attacked his chassis. Prowl cursed, servos shoving at Lockdown’s head as heat began to radiate from the bounty hunter’s bulk. Lockdown took in a deep intake and blew, breath nearly blazing, and it filtered through Prowl’s armor and pooled around his spark. A scream ripped through Prowl’s vocalizer when the heat pierced his spark’s core, creating an intense pleasure the ninjabot had never before experienced. Overload was rapidly approaching, and it made Prowl distraught.

“No!” Prowl wailed.

The assault on his chassis stopped, and Prowl gazed up at Lockdown. The bounty hunter was trembling violently, condensation dripping down his face and panting hard. His lips curled in a sadistic scowl. He swiftly lifted away from Prowl, slamming his fists along the wall, denting the hard steel. Shouting out curses, Lockdown left a bewildered Prowl on the floor and headed back to his work station, resuming his destructive rampage.

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That incident happened five orbital cycles ago. Since then, Prowl only wandered out of his quarters to get energon. Lockdown refused to leave any in the room for the ninjabot, enjoying how Prowl was forced to come to him and beg for the drink. Prowl hated that, but there wasn’t a choice. The bounty hunter had shown him a horrific feeding device, one with numerous tubes that were forced down the victim’s throat, in the med bay and threatened to use it on him should he ever try to starve himself.

Hunger eventually drove him from the room, and he carefully walked down the hallway to the work station. When Prowl reached the door, he listened intently. He could hear a chair squeaking within, but there was no swearing or breaking objects. Now was probably the best time to ask for a drink before Lockdown’s mood changed. Without knocking, the ninjabot tapped the button by the door and strode inside.

“Lockdown I need ener---”

Prowl stopped dead in his tracks. Lockdown was sitting in the center of the room, pelvic plating retracted, plug exposed and erect with his servo wrapped around it, head turned toward Prowl with an expression on his face that appeared to be amusement. Prowl, on the other hand, was mortified. This was the last thing he wanted to see, yet he couldn’t avert his gaze from the bounty hunter’s impressive girth.

“Nice to see you up and about, darlin’,” Lockdown snickered. “I was starting to feel a little lonely. Come in and join me.”

“Wh--what?” Prowl stammered, blushing. “N--no. I’ll just leave you in pea---”

“That wasn’t a request, darlin’,” Lockdown growled, free servo raising up and beckoning Prowl to come closer. “Come here. Now. Don’t make me chase after you.”

Prowl’s intakes hitched in fear, and he walked forward, trembling violently. The bounty hunter smirked, motioning Prowl to climb on top a nearby table. A soft whimper passed the ninjabot’s lips as he was gently pushed onto his back.

“I want you to put on a show for me, beautiful,” Lockdown murmured. “Get started.”

Prowl gazed up at the bounty hunter in confusion. “I...don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Lockdown sighed, “I want you to pleasure yourself. You’ve done that before right?”

“Yes, but not...in a few stellar cycles,” Prowl stuttered, face heating up.

Lockdown blinked and then laughed, “Slag, kid, you really are a prude! Whatever your reasons for self-control, I could care less. Either you touch yourself or I’ll do it. What option do you want right now?”

“Neither” was what Prowl wanted to say, but that obviously wasn’t going to be an option. Hesitantly, Prowl slid back his pelvic armor, offlining his optics when Lockdown licked his lips and lecherously gazed at his exposed plug and port. The idea of pleasuring himself in front of the bounty hunter was sickening, and he felt lightheaded and nauseous. He internally fought to calm himself down.

“Primus...you’re a gorgeous sight, darlin’,” Lockdown mumbled, fighting the urge to jump the lithe ninjabot and interface him into oblivion. “C’mon. Touch yourself.”

Tentatively, Prowl trailed his servo down his chassis and abdomen, body tensing when his fingers brushed over the tip of his plug. Gritting his dentals, Prowl wrapped his servo around his length and slowly pumped. A small moan escaped his vocalizer. It had been so long since Prowl last achieved overload, and the pleasure was overpowering on his tense body. Prowl’s chassis heaved as his intakes increased, taking in more air to keep himself cool as his body temperature rose. His spark pulsed wildly, and it was taking all of the younger mech’s self-control to keep his spark housed within its chamber, engorged from arousal and begging to be freed from its confines and touched. Whimpering, Prowl delved his fingers underneath the seams of his chassis, plucking and stroking wires, which effectively distracted him from the throbbing pain in his chest. For a brief moment, Prowl could forget that Lockdown was in the room with him and lost himself to bliss with a strangled cry, aftershocks coursing through him, barely hanging on to consciousness. The bounty hunter watched as lubricant splattered along Prowl’s abdomen. The sight overwhelmed him, and he lunged forward, glossa lapping away the sweet tasting streaks of fluid.

Prowl bucked and cried out, “Ah! Slagger! You said you wouldn’t touch!”

“I never promised you anything,” Lockdown chuckled between licks.

The side of Lockdown’s chin brushed over the over sensitive tip of Prowl’s plug, and the foreign contact sent the younger mech into a second overload. Tremors racked Prowl body, and he crashed into darkness. Lubricant shot onto Lockdown’s face, and he raised his servo to touch the warm fluid. A simple touch, his touch, had made Prowl overload. That realization alone nearly made Lockdown climax.

Shaking from intense lust, Lockdown climbed onto the table, grasping Prowl’s legs and pushing them back onto the ninjabot’s chassis, giving him better access to the younger mech’s port. He moaned as he pressed his plug against the tight opening. Prowl was still unconscious, occasionally letting out a soft moan as he slowly rebooted, body still quivering, condensation trickling off, and steam rising up, and it was too tantalizing for Lockdown to pass up. It had been over a week since he had achieved release, and he finally had the opportunity to take advantage of Prowl’s promise. Take advantage. That repeated over and over in his processor, and it snapped Lockdown out of his haze of lust. Any trust he was hoping to build with Prowl would be ruined if he continued, and the kid was probably going to wake up pissed off enough from his previous actions.

Lockdown bolted from the room, collapsing to his knees in the hallway, frantically pumping his aching length. Prowl’s essence trickling down his cheek and the sweet tang of lubricant still lingering on his glossa drove him to completion, letting out a massive roar as pleasure overtook him.

Several minutes passed before Lockdown came back online. Satiated and mellow, the bounty hunter reentered the work station and found Prowl still rebooting. The bounty hunter opened a nearby cabinet, taking out a cube of energon, knowing Prowl would probably be in desperate need of refueling upon waking.

He gently lifted the sleeping bot from the table and carried the ninjabot back to his quarters, lowering him to the berth and tenderly stroking the younger mech’s helm. Lockdown placed the cube on the edge of the berth and left the room, frowning. The energon stock was dwindling. He would have to do a supply run, and he wasn’t certain whether to leave Prowl locked onboard the ship or take the ninjabot with him.

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